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Well, I've been to New York and I've been out to L.A.
I floated down the Brazos City Hurricane
Lost myself somewhere along the way
And I found myself sittin' in this cheap cafe
I was talkin' with the waitress
With the crooked smile and painted on face
She said, "A-hey, mister, can you get me, out of this place?"
Now I'm on a Greyhound bus rollin' hard and fast
I'm lookin' at the world through the bottom of my glass
Said it's a good thing I got this photographic mind
'Cause I'm just your ramblin' kind
Sometimes I hear a little voice inside my head
He says, "Call in sick to work, sit on your couch instead
Grow yourself a beard
Start actin' a little weird
Well, there was a judge in Johnson County
Said that I did not appear before his court
Said I was stuck in Ft. Worth
Just sippin' back on a long one
Sittin' on my back porch and
I'm on a Greyhound bus rollin' hard and fast
I'm lookin' at the world through the bottom of my glass
Said it's a good thing I got this photographic mind
'Cause I'm just your ramblin' kind
Most of these days, I just get high and watch the tube
Hang out at my friends' place and I swim in their pool
I drink all their beer, I smoke all of their weed
I don't ever steal, I just take what I need
I'm on a Greyhound bus rollin' hard and fast
I'm lookin' at the world through the bottom of my glass
Said it's a good thing I got this photographic mind
'Cause I'm just your ramblin' kind
I said I'm just your ramblin' kind